Lesbian Poetry

Bruised but not broken

At the drop of a hat I gave away my trust,
threw caution to the wind as any doubts I had bit the dust.
Still I found myself hurting and betrayed,
unable to fathom why I'd been left so dismayed?

Though my heart was given with all good intention,
it was left wounded by words I'd never mention.
This piece of my being I found in a sorry state,
dusting myself down I tell myself it's not too late.

To recognise my hurt as a learning curve,
for I know pain is not an emotion I can swerve.
If it was I would go through this life never knowing,
what it is to experience this love from me that's everflowing.

As an abundance is held deep within my heart,
pouring from every crevice though she did depart.
But my love still remains for like my strength it cannot wither,
so on this path of pain I no longer dither.

A crossroads is reached as on my past I turn my back,
walking this path of discovery in search of the courage I lack.
This winding path becoming clearer with my every footfall,
should pain cross me I will show it I am tall.

Though my soul has been battered and my heart left black and blue,
I know now what it is I must do.
Reach out to them both and savour each token,
as it dawns on me we've been BRUISED BUT NOT BROKEN!!!

16/01/05 (03:22am)